“Never, but I had a date with my vibrator four days ago.”
My attempt at humor is lost on him because he is looking at me like I have grown two heads.
“You are a virgin.”
His words are slow and deliberate.
I try to open my mouth, but he pulls me by the legs until I’m sitting on his lap.
“Yes or no?” he demands.
It isn’t something I’m ashamed of, but he’s making me feel guilty.
“Yes.”
I expect anger, but all I feel are his lips kissing my hair and his hands tightening on my waist.
“Were you going to tell me or were we waiting until I was buried inside you to find out?”
I can’t tell if he is angry with me because he is holding me like he is afraid to let me go. He kisses my hair again, taking a deep breath like he is smelling it.
“I didn’t think it necessary to tell.”
He nods, pressing a kiss to my forehead this time.
“I want to be noble, but now all I can think of is being your first, Anna. Do you want me to be your first?”
There is no question about it.
“I want this so much it hurts.”
He stands with me in his arms and carries me out of the office, up the stairs, and into his bedroom. I expect him to push me on it, but instead, he stands me before him and proceeds to undress me.
What is he thinking? I want to ask him, but I can’t get my lips to move, especially when he peels my panties off me and slides them down my body.
After he is done, he stands back to admire his work, then pushes me gently till I am lying on the bed. In front of me, he pulls his t-shirt over his head to reveal a strong, muscular chest. Right in front of me, he undoes his belt and slides his jeans down his legs.
“You are barefoot.”
It sounds incredulous that I’m noting that inconsequential fact when it is all I can do not to lick my lips at that impressive bulge he is sporting. His lips twitch, but it doesn’t stop him from dropping that final piece of elastic cotton and striding towards me.
Oh my.
Liam Thorne looks even bigger in person. For the first time since he kissed me, I am having second thoughts because it is starting to actually dawn on me that I am inexperienced, and it might hurt a lot. He touches my ankle, making me look up at him.
“It will be worth it.” A wicked curl of his lips before he adds, “I promise.”
His leg parts mine and once more, his fingers find my core again. This time he doesn’t bother teasing. Instead, he pushes one finger inside and starts to fuck me with it while his other finger draws patterns on my clit.
My back arches off the bed as he adds another finger, making come hither motions. The way he is pumping in and out of me is almost rough, and I love it. When I feel the flat pad of another finger, I shake my head at him, feeling myself quiver as an orgasm threatens on the precipice.
He lowers his head and captures my lips just as he fits the tip of his cock inside me and slides his way in.
It should hurt.
Correction- it does fucking hurt.
But my orgasm chooses that exact moment to hit me and I scream over and over again into his mouth. He leans back and then slams home almost immediately, making both the pain and the orgasm soar even higher.
“Want me to stop?” he asks against my lips.
I nod in one thrust and shake my head in another thrust, feeling like there is molten fire in my veins. I want him to stop, and I want him to never stop.
He thrusts over and over again into me, filling me up and stretching me over and over again. He leans up, supported by his elbow, and looks into my eyes. I am still whimpering with each thrust because it makes my orgasm spread even further as the tip of his cock touches the mouth of my womb over and over again.
Finally, he shudders, and I feel a rush of warmth as he cums into me.
I have had orgasms, but this was a monster of all orgasms.
“Please,” I whisper to him.
It’s just starting to subside when he picks up the pace again.
It is scaring me, how intense this feels. He looks into my eyes and nods, hurrying his thrusts.
“I wish I could stop, but I can’t.”
My hands go around his neck and my legs around his back and I hold on for dear life. I am still cumming, and now I feel like my entire body is having an orgasm. Liam holds me with one hand as he pounds me over and over again, like he’s trying to pound my orgasm deeper into me.